The fact is, I'll call you nothing but Willy in future, Willy--you hear what he says, darling ?" "Indeed I do, papa--and understand it perfectly." "That's my girl.

Twelve thousand a year--and has money lent out at every rate of interest from six per cent.

up." "And yet I cannot consider him as interesting on that account, papa." "You do, Helen--nonsense, my love--you do, I tell you--it's all make-believe when you speak to the contrary--don't you call the curve on his shoulders the line of beauty?
Come--come--you know I only want to make you happy." "It is time, papa, that I should withdraw," she replied, rising.
Reilly rose to open the door.
"Good-night, papa-dear, dear papa," she added, putting her snowy arms about his neck and kissing him tenderly.

"I know," she added, "that the great object of your life is to make your _Cooleen Bawn_ happy--and in doing so, dear papa--there now is another kiss for you--a little bribe, papa--in doing so, consult her heart as well as your own.

Good-night." "Good-night, my treasure." During this little scene of affectionate tenderness Reilly stood holding the door open, and as she was going out, as if recollecting herself, she turned to him and said, "Pardon me, Mr.Reilly, I fear you must think me ungrateful; I have not yet thanked you for the service--the service indeed so important that no language could find expression for it--which you have rendered to dear papa, and to me.